The fallen sings
Through echoed rings
A song of death
In his last breath
The trumpets call
As heroes fall
There will be no dawn for men
Conflict charms
These men at arms
Who stand in line
With thoughts malign
The blood will fly
With a battle cry
There will be no dawn for men
With no disgrace
Upon their face
Their blade on blade
Is death delayed
The end is near
It’s all but clear
There will be no dawn for men
The fallen cry
Their echoes die
No song of death
In their last breath
The trumpets call
When heroes fall...
There will be no dawn for men
